Bungalow II

I'm tapping my foot impatiently to retake ownership of the small building that was most recently a one car garage. Like the rest of the buildings in the farm compound, it is an adventure in bubbaneered kluges. It is hard to know what was added when, much less what it was originally built for.  So far I am quite thrilled with how the 36" door and supporting wall fit into the space which held the garage door a week ago. The interior space is beginning to look defensible against the local insect population.

The greater impatience in my foot tapping might be the plan to have lunch with the work crew on their way South. They are from our Urban Homestead network and have that 3 hour drive ahead of them. Pack it up, already. The beaten crazy bitch wolf is hungry.